Greetings! Today’s poem is one that I wrote in a 10 minute session during my poetry club meeting. I never quite know what is going to come out of my head onto paper during those times, but sometimes I am pleasantly surprised by the result. Today’s poem is one of those times. 😀
To give context for this poem, it is good to know that kobolds “are house spirits of ambivalent nature; while they sometimes perform domestic chores, they play malicious tricks if insulted or neglected.” (thanks to Wikipedia for supplying the information I need to write on random subjects such as these :D) And with that, I hope you enjoy this fairy-tale-ish poem of mine. 🙂
“Don’t forget to feed the kobold.”
Grandmother waves her wooden spoon at me,
her famous cherry soup dripping like rose petals
onto the white sanded floor by her feet.
“I found dust on the piano I dusted just yesterday –
and you know what that means.”
I roll my eyes but get up from the table anyways.
I don’t really believe in this kobold,
this fairy tale leftover from Grandmother’s
bratwurst and brötchen childhood.
I pull a flowered saucer from the grinning shelf,
pour mountain-gathered milk until it is full,
set it on the floor next to the lazy straw broom.
“Ah yes, good girl.” Grandmother says,
turning back to her stove.
A small shadow winks in the corner of my eye, and
I wonder if I hear the tinkle of mischievous laughter, like
the clink of a spoon against a dusty floor.
So there you have it, a wee little story poem inspired by German folklore. I hope you enjoyed it! 🙂
What is your favourite character from folklore? Have you heard heard of kobolds before? I’d love to hear your thoughts in the comments below!